Australian Fiction
My friend always said that there were only three types of days in this world: Big ones, Whoppers and Oh, my Gods. Growing up in Melbourne in the '60s, if you didn't like your job in the morning then you could get another one in the afternoon. For Clive and Darren, this was often the case, sometimes not of their own choosing. But there were other ways to earn a quid and this is where they both excelled. I hope anyone who buys this book enjoys reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
